No-one came to the door last night. I put this down to our street being two thirds Asian. But I did get trick or treated. I was putting the recycling bin out on the street and two cute little kids in costume tagged me. The little boy was some sort of cartoon animal and his older sister was wearing horns. They were accompanied by their mother and probably en route to a party because they weren't knocking doors. I don't keep sweets so I gave them 10p each.
I spent my Halloween watching the last instalment of the Most Haunted Live special. The team were in Mold, North Wales. Silly Carl and silly Stuart owned up to having done a "dark arts" ritual earlier in the day to attract the oogli-booglies. My, but David Wells was cross with them! I was thinking in bed afterwards about how unglamorous these people are. Yvette is pretty (and tough, tough, tough), David is sweet and Keiran has a shambling, geeky charm, but otherwise it's a gathering of dumbclucks. Karl is sulky and has this boyish bravado thing going on, Stu is his faithful hound, Kath is dumpy and never cracks a smile and the technicians- whose presence is never disguised and who regularly get drawn into the action- are all just regular, down-the-pub sort of blokes. It's like Yvette had recruited from her family, friends and neighbours (which isn't, I believe, all that far from the truth). This must be one of the few shows of its kind which isn't staffed with ready-made celebs. It has run for 8 seasons now but still feels amateurish and home-made. Maybe that's why I can forgive it so much.